To the Chief Musician. On an instrument of Gath. A Psalm of the sons of Korah.
1	How lovely is Your tabernacle, O LORD of hosts!
2	My soul longs, yes, even faints For the courts of the LORD; My heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.
3	Even the sparrow has found a home, And the swallow a nest for herself, Where she may lay her young— Even Your altars, O LORD of hosts, My King and my God.
4	Blessed are those who dwell in Your house; They will still be praising You. Selah
5	Blessed is the man whose strength is in You, Whose heart is set on pilgrimage.
6	As they pass through the Valley of Baca, They make it a spring; The rain also covers it with pools.
7	They go from strength to strength; Each one appears before God in Zion.
8	O LORD God of hosts, hear my prayer; Give ear, O God of Jacob! Selah
9	O God, behold our shield, And look upon the face of Your anointed.
10	For a day in Your courts is better than a thousand. I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God Than dwell in the tents of wickedness.
11	For the LORD God is a sun and shield; The LORD will give grace and glory; No good thing will He withhold From those who walk uprightly.
12	O LORD of hosts, Blessed is the man who trusts in You!